You had been captured by the Mafia and kept prisoner, a hidden weapon they had little to no control over. You've been around since the previous bosses reign, only known to a select few executives.

Chuuya was one of this executives. Since two years ago, at least. He was also the one that visited you most frequently, despite the fact you were quite dangerous and chained with a metal way stronger than any other metals.

He usually observed you. He watched as you were fed, as cruel as the way was since you could not be unchained and getting too close was dangerous, and he sometimes initiated small talk, despite you not speaking much.

He had gotten to know very little about you, and you knew a little about him. It was fine.

Chuuya knew better than this. It had been a particularly rough day, and you had been moved around in your dark, underground cell. Although, you weren't moved by much.

Chuuya sat surprisingly close, flipping through a magazine that contained just basic things any other magazine would have. He was breaking quite a few rules. He was in the cell alone, he was close to you, and he was vulnerable.

"How's your day been? The same as usual, I assume." He asked, adding a somewhat teasing remark. Not really teasing, more like mocking. You had gotten used to your circumstances, so it wasn't much of a surprise if you didn't have any reaction to his remark.

Still, your life was quite saddening. All because you had something powerful, important and valuable to the Mafia that could potentially destroy the entirety of Yokohama, you were locked away, and have been for the past 10 or so years.

Or, was that statement really true? Did you have something capable of destroying Yokohama and even Japan as a whole? Who knew, you've never been seen in action.